"Pretty well," said she, "if I am to be ordered round by an Irish scullion!"
"Mrs. Mudlaw, step here a moment, if you please," said Mrs. Philpot, meekly, opening the door of an adjoining room.
The offended lady vouchsafed to comply with the request, and, with a stern aspect, entered the room with Mrs. Philpot. The latter closed the door for fear of being heard overhead, and began—
"What do you think, Mrs. Mudlaw? That Mrs. Darling has come to learn how to make a potato pudding, and you'll have to go up and tell her."
"I sha'n't do it. I make it a point never to give my receipts to nobody."
"I know it; and, I'm sure, I don't blame you. But, in this case—just now—I really don't see how we can refuse."
"Well, I sha'n't do it, and that 's the hull on 't."
"Oh, do, Mrs. Mudlaw, just this once. The colonel is so anxious to secure Darling, and he will be so angry if we offend them in any way."
"But he needn't know it, need he?"
"He certainly will find it out by some means. I know it is real vexatious to you, and I wouldn't ask it if election was over; but now 'tis very important—it may save us all trouble. The colonel is so decided, you know."